There is a running joke—or perhaps a quiet truth—that you can pack up your bags, head inland, cross the Escarpment, and swear blind that you’ve left Ethekwini behind for good. You might move to the Highveld, build a life overseas, or hide away in the mist of the Midlands. But sooner or later, something pulls you back.
Because the truth is simple: no one truly escapes Durban.
